Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 118 Which brainwashing organization is the strongest?

Wang Dong, who was sitting in the classroom, suddenly shuddered. Ever since she fell into a coma, she had been feeling more and more uncomfortable, like a butterfly caught in a spider web. She had struggled before, but every struggle made the web bind her more tightly.

This was not the first time Shrek had been attacked, but the damage it suffered this time far exceeded the total of the past ten thousand years.

However, the enemy forces directly launched a precise attack on the inner courtyard. Compared with the devastation in the inner courtyard, the outer courtyard did not suffer much damage, except for the death of a notorious teacher.

Upon learning of Zhou Yi's death, students from the entire grade applauded. If Shrek's top management had not suppressed the cause of her death, most of the students in the academy and those who had been expelled by Zhou Yi over the years would have started to worship the Beast God. The power of faith might have been able to break through the plane suppression and directly send Di Tian back to the peak of the first-level god.

At least from the outside, Shrek Academy still looks as glamorous as ever.

Wang Dong suddenly thought of a saying: All that glitters is not gold.

Is Shrek really worthy of the title of the first academy on the continent? How could the first academy on the continent train an evil soul master? Is it necessary for me to stay here?
"Hmm!" Wang Dong felt her head hurt again. She found that whenever these thoughts questioning Shrek Academy came into her mind, she would have a splitting headache, as if someone was punishing her rebellion with pain.

"Wang Dong!" Xiao Xiao's scream mixed with the sound of tables and chairs overturning.

"Are you ok?"

A gentle soul power was transmitted into her body. Wang Dong covered her head and her vision gradually became clear. Wang Yan, Xiao Xiao and the classmates around her were looking at her with concern. Even Wu Feng, who usually didn't get along well with her, showed a worried expression, although the little fire dragon was probably thinking in his heart that he must not die next to him.

"Student Wang Dong, do you want to ask your family about your headache symptoms?" On the way to escort Wang Dong to the school clinic, Wang Yan carefully gave a suggestion, "Maybe you can take a temporary leave of absence for a while, and I will apply to the school to retain your student status." He knew Wang Dong's true identity, the young master of the Haotian Sect, and Wang Dong's frequent headaches caught his attention. He even used Xuan Zi's relationship to request Mr. Zhuang, who specialized in treatment at the Poseidon Pavilion, to examine Wang Dong in an attempt to find out the cause of her headaches, but to no avail.

In the end, Mr. Zhuang could only attribute the reason to the influence of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King. Di Tian’s extreme dark attribute eroded Wang Dong’s light attribute.

But Wang Yan thought that the erosion of light by darkness was not the main reason. Thinking of the young man with spiritual eyes that he had once favored, he was more inclined to believe that it was a spiritual problem. Unfortunately, there were too few soul masters with spiritual attributes, and there was not even one in the Sea God Pavilion. Long Xiaoyao killed several people with his sniper rifle, and several more died when he went to the Xingdou Great Forest for negotiations. To be disrespectful, the Pavilion Master almost couldn't come back after going out.

"No, thanks." Wang Dong shook her head. Perhaps because of the pain, she looked a little fragile, like a butterfly with its wings wet by a storm.

"It's no use going back!" Wang Dong's voice was filled with tears. "I wrote to my family and told them to go back after the holiday. They also said that if I stopped thinking about it, I wouldn't have a headache."

Wang Yan's first reaction was that this child was not valued at home, but this was the young master of Haotian Sect! So he patiently asked: "Can you tell me, teacher, what do you usually think about that will give you a headache?"

"Teacher Wang, can you keep this a secret for me?" Wang Dong's eyes were filled with hope. Although she was not a good kid, she knew that it was extremely unwise to complain about the school in front of the head teacher. However, Wang Yan was different from other teachers. He was knowledgeable, gentle and humorous, just like a friend of all the students in their freshman class. Since he became the head teacher, Wang Dong realized how hateful Zhou Yi, the old woman, was. She was no longer strict but perverted!

"Of course, my coaching habit has always been to treat you children as friends. You can try to tell me about the difficulties you encounter, and I will do my best to help you. If I can't help, I will keep it a secret for you." Wang Yan's voice had a convincing power. He was very curious about Wang Dong's secret. Perhaps this was why his family asked him to observe this girl.

His martial spirit talent is not high. Although he has the same Panlong Stick as the inherited martial spirit of the Qiangu Family, he does not have a dragon soul host, which is quite embarrassing in the Qiangu Family. However, he did not suffer any contempt for this, because the current head of the family, Qiangu Jingyin, said that the family has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and there is no shortage of strong people, but someone has to do academic research.

As for why his last name is not Qiangu...

The young master of Haotian Sect doesn’t have the surname Tang!
Everyone has the surname Wang, but perhaps only this girl has a bright future. Wang Yan never forgets that every inch of land under his feet is the ruins of Wuhun City ten thousand years ago.

If observing Huo Yuhao is Wang Yan's personal interest, then observing Wang Dong is a task assigned by the family. The Haotian Sect is one of the families that has produced gods. Even if they have been in seclusion for many years, their strength is still unfathomable. Maybe he can find clues related to gods from this girl?

"Whenever I think of the bad side of Shrek Academy, I start to get a headache." Several images flashed through Wang Dong's mind. "For example, does Shrek Academy really deserve the title of the best in the continent?"

"Can you tell me, teacher, why do you think so?"

"First, before the freshman assessment, Teacher Zhou expelled two-thirds of the students; then during the freshman assessment, the senior students from the inner courtyard attacked the freshmen; and then there was the recent incident, where the leader of the Tang Clan used the methods of an evil soul master to practice..." Wang Dong covered his head with his hands, his brows subconsciously wrinkled together, as if there was a butterfly trapped there that was eager to break free.

"I thought about rebelling against Zhou Yi, but there was always a voice in my head repeating the importance of respecting teachers. That voice told me to stay away from soul guides and get close to him..." Wang Dong's breathing gradually became shallow and rapid. The light around him seemed to become blurred in an instant, and the colors began to blend. Everything became unreal, like the edge of dreams and reality.

The next moment, her eyelids closed heavily, as if the last line of defense collapsed. Just as her body was about to touch the ground, Wang Yan caught her steadily, like catching a precious porcelain that was about to break.

It was not the first time that Wang Dong fainted in front of him.

This is not dark erosion, it is clearly mind control!

Wang Yan resigned himself to sending Wang Dong to the school infirmary. It seemed that the young master of Haotian Sect was living a worse life than him, as he was forced to brainwash at such a young age.

Who would brainwash others? Either someone who does pyramid selling or an evil spirit master. No, there is another organization that is particularly good at brainwashing. Wang Yan pushed his glasses up. The sun shone on him, but he felt a chill spreading.

Isn't that Shrek?